r ubbing

the new night is a stair
not striated by the ju dgemen t's parry

is thisa w ord reaching for wealth 'rr
a radio noise i my ear in terfering

speaki n g
sartre to death se time tal ab

id rather rimsky-karasokov than
the sentimentalism's i'd prefer

living than dyin'g
( at each readi
recitn g glow roe bu ck deer)
(voice re vveal mo nnnster)
[delicate bea (u)u s ty de lov e ]

this pause breath over
the air as violiens
spin
excited gyspyies

-- Mister D write bald poesie as this
prefer to slide fiction balls roun d this he
marking space
makin g choice for her bran ds of tea ann

' dice
Mon a filters all her choice